Synchronized heavy boots struck the white marble of the divine marketplace with deafening force. The rhythmic crashing echoed across the crowded merchant stalls and forced hundreds of novice gods to abandon their frantic haggling.
Trent marched into the center of the City of Gods with a vanguard of fifty Valorian elites forming an impenetrable phalanx behind him. The tutorial timer hovering in the sky displayed only three days remaining. The Valorian king intended to ensure every student in the realm understood exactly who commanded the apex military force before the protective borders finally dissolved.
His soldiers wore Phantom Armor. The magical gear radiated a blinding silver light that caught the midday sun and forced onlookers to shield their sensitive eyes. The heavy breastplates
